" Aye — we talked 'bout dis, you n' me, me n' you, boffa' us togetha' - um, jus' cause d'ere fashion sense is totally 𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵 don't mean 𝘥𝘦𝘺 are, Sh'py. "
" . . . Makes sense, 'doe, cuz - not everyone's fit 'ta be as FRESH as me. That's da dove talkin', yeah it is! "
Yeah, yeah -- see, now, now that's what I was t'inkin', right? Like - how, hows'am I supposed t'be frank wit' all these chuckle'eads?
How do /I/ break the news, that, I'm BASICALLY, way better, from all d'angles? Right?
Sorry in advance, 'ardhat.
Not th' most ideal restin' place. But -- gettin' into th' ol music hullabaloo takes background!
[ One leg back, one forward - spread thin. Prepared for anything. ]
Background in heartbreak, mostly. And -- I 'tink I jus' found MY origin!
[ Blink of an eye? Losing TEETH? Two halves of his love language, in one fell swoop! The Price is Right has got NOTHIN' on her! ]
Woah, woah, WOAH! Alley-OOP!
[ Narrowly dodging in a hurried leap for the ground, he readied - guitar swinging over his shoulders. ]
...
Yeah, we're not taking this any further.
* In a blink of an eye, her gauntlet is coming for Scout's face, loaded up with fire dust. Say goodbye to at LEAST one tooth. *
Yeesh -- . Is this how Weiss felt when Jaune was still trying to pull the whole ' lady - killer ' act?
You gonna pull out a guitar and attempt to serenade me next?
Aye, @FlR3CRACK3R.
Y'got a map? Cuz, ah - cuz I'm, like, TOTALLY lost in ya' eyes right now. Period.
Wait - naw. Start over. Let's start over. Pretend I said it all suave like. An' - an' I, like, swayed ya'. Wit' your food of choice.